For want of an angelFor all the lead that you thought you turned goldThere is something you still want to knowIl Penseroso led you astrayTo the woods and the wildThe pathless wayAnd you followed the trail that Shelley faredGazed on dead kings with your sullen despairEven the Dome of the Rock in Blakeґs cityBore no trace of St. AugustineAnd you studied PlotinusThrice great TrismegistosKnew the reign of Hister and NiebelungNietzsche, Vril und GotterdammerungDo you want an angelHeaven clad as the stars fellDo you want an angelPoison of god to make it wellFor want of an angelFor all the blood that you turned into inkYou found yourself still searchingA heosphoros for a golden dawnA scarlet sunrise for BabalonSomeone to stop all the watches nowSomeone to bring this shithouse downAll things must have an endAll things to all menForget the tuesday babyLet it be a doomsday babyCome on and suck a megatonOmega TherionOh it is timeUnbind the lines of horizonOmega TherionTake you away